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Tools
My wife keeps all her tools
inside two kitchen drawers,
and when she needs one
rumbles through
three pairs of scissors
and the opened glue
over the hammer and loose cup hooks
past six old fuses
twelve matchbooks
and finally finds
that long sought screw
under the extra shoelace
which she knew would come in handy
someday.
The tools
in the garage
out of her way
are mine.
They rest in places carefully aligned
awaiting
the touch of a soft hand
that transports them to a very different land.
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